Short Story

"Yes, I do!" Dad shouts back. I barge into the room to see mom with blood coming from her temple and nose, along with sprinkled on her delicate features. He raises his hand just as I push him away from mom. His eyes turn into an icy glare and his face flushes red with rage. Dad pushes past me as he pins mom to the floor and raises his fist but pauses.

“I’ve almost breached their valve wall,” Killian’s fingers briefly stilled as she listened to the Eleven’s voice on the other end of the small device in her ear, before continuing their furious movements across the laptop. “I’m tracking her progress through the hospital.” She said in response to whatever had been said on the other end of the transmitter, adding in a clipped tone before Eleven could comment again. “She isn’t in any real danger at the moment, so stop interrupting and let me finish this.” Eleven of course knew that Killian was stretching the truth to suit her needs (in this instance getting her to stop with the inane question), but she also knew that if there was any real imminent danger Killian wouldn’t have started the hack

“Yeah…I-It fits…” They look in the mirror and a smile tugs at the corner of Ryan’s lips, tears start to prick their eyes and they choke back a sob.

The plants did not want to live in a place where they would never feel the sun, and Ceres could not blame them, because she felt the same way. As she walked back in to town she went to explain the situation to Ourias.

“Hello.” But call hung up after 17 seconds. So the Plaintiff called him up again a second time, at 2:59:33 PM. The call was answered, the Plaintiff said politely in a calm voice, “Hi Tony. How are things going?” The Plaintiff heard him mumble in the background, and then paused. Then Plaintiff waited for him to speak for about 30 seconds. But he did not speak, and he was silent. Then Plaintiff asked, “What’s going on?” He then said in a low tone, “I don’t know.” I then told him, “A guy outside is telling me that I need to speak to you to get an HR number.” Then the phone was silent for about a minute waiting for his response. Then he hung up. SEE EXHIBIT “O” Cell Phone Call Log. Then one security guard, said, “Let me talk to him. Give me

I waved my hand to turn, and I looked straight into the abyss, and could see nothing but the blackest black. Two giant eyes pierced it’s glare down to my soul. And I saw everything. This was no longer Einstein's universe; this was something else, an unimaginable enormity within a Plank length. A brane colliding with another, putting every God ever imagined to shame.

When they entered the ballroom area, the room moved around them like clockwork. Fathers and daughters swirling in synchronization around the center that sat the little orchestra playing a haunting tune. The girl’s dresses flounced out, as their heads were thrown back, eyes closed. The guys of the pair moved to the left, narrowly avoiding some of the spinning couples to come into contact with the most stereotypical male bar room, he had ever seen. Cigar smoke layered over head as fathers and sons took generous sips of whisky and chuckled with their ironically flamboyant hand gestures. The boy seemed to shrink under the atmosphere, and felt a claustrophobic nausea as he made his way closer and closer to the bar. The man working behind it

From the region of Tekoa not so far from Jerusalem, to Trevecca, in the heart of Nashville, humble boy Amos changed his humble life from working with sheep and planting sycamore trees, to serving fancy drinks at the 1901 Coffee Shop. Logan Rodgers could not hold himself from having such gifted human being at his coffee shop, for Amos could see visions about Tennessee! From living humbly feeding pigs, Amos was now silent discoing, shaving his beard only twice a year.

It was the Fourth of July, and Dominic Santanelli was watching the ballgame. He had taken his shirt off twenty minutes prior when he came through the door of his third-floor walkup. The awful apartment had no cross breeze, and even if it did, the sweltering midday heat made the room hotter than the pizza oven at his favorite Italian restaurant. His button-down dress shirt from Sears, sweat stains on the collar, lay on the Formica kitchen table. His sleeveless white undershirt was half tucked into his slacks and his gray loafers were kicked off partway between the easy chair he was in and the television.

Initially golden eyes were drawn to examining the manor that stood imposingly existent, as most noble dwellings did, though at the question they turned menacingly towards the offending party. Plenty of Eliseo’s days had passed with his brother’s devious second hand man lingering overhead, and he could detect the subtle threat that lay dormant beneath a guise of parting pleasantries. If features weren’t already stiffened from the metal that encased the lower half of his face the outright disrespect of such an inquiry would have been capable of producing the same result, and yet he felt the message was conveyed well by the narrowed gleam of an already impatient glare. “Ensuring the sanctity of the Devore name is, and will always be, my

A content smile was an immediate reaction to the quip directed at him as he readily turned heel and followed after his roommate, but skillful digits made sure to click the lock in a swift movement as a precaution that would hopefully ensure no intruders were there to greet them upon returning home. Lifting a delicate, well-sculpted brow, he didn’t bother to suppress the slightly startled laughter that slipped passed his lips at the response to his casual inquiry. Keeping his gaze steady, yet light-hearted Rhys removed the obstructive candy he treasured with a resounding pop and dangled it loosely between two firm fingers out of reflex. “Guess the cats out of the bag.” A teasing tone made the comment an off-handed one, and the glinting

I woke up to someone shaking me I slowly opened my eyes to meet beautiful blue ones I felt this pull and I automatically knew it was the alpha I was still sleepy so I broke eye contact and rolled over groaning "couldn't you wait to talk to me once I woke up?" I asked him "you are mine I'll talk to you whenever I want" he answered I was appalled "what the hell does that mean I'm not your fucking property I'm no one's" I said my voice rising as I stood from the bed he walked towards me grabbed my arm and forced me to sit down "you are mine" he growled he literally growled at me I stood up poking him in the chest as I spoke "well i don't want to be yours" i told him regretting it as his eyes flashed hurt but instantly went back to normal "to

Glancing around the room at the bookshelves filled with scrolls and leather bound parchment, Alayna only half-listened to her brother’s bothersome voice as her eyes landed on the portrait of their father before peering out the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the garden on the other side. Another sunny day, Alayna noted in distaste, in her opinion the sky should be dark and gloomy, overcast as rain poured from the heavens as to physically represent how she felt.

I slowly walked over and slipped into the room. There were rows of chairs and each row had a folder with a different colored star on it sitting on the closest chair to the aisle.

“Now, we need to get along with the introductions, so that I can get back to target practice.” Jack interjected, clearly tired of being ignored.